No more fireworks just instructions
in a language in the shape
of a forgotten snake or
a hope for a better harvest
though with our dried plans now
buried how but I stood for far
too long the brittle hunger of
wind taking bits of the
but what exactly went
wrong and why did our words
fail to move it even an inch
when we were told to draw a line
under the bubble inside the
stale loaf our last tooth would not bite
other animals 
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